TMI

Last night I had this complete stroke of genius and I was suddenly hit with a brilliant idea of what I wanted this post to be about. I was completely convinced that this idea was going to be mind blowing and move the masses. Then, of course, I got sleepy and decided that this idea was so brilliant I would still remember it in the morning if I went to sleep. I went to sleep thinking, "there's no way I'll forget this. No way". Then of course, I went to sleep and when I woke up at 4:30 I had no clue what this fantabulous idea could have been. Here we are then, at five in the morning and all I can think about is the very real possibility that I might have a bladder infection. Lovely, right? I go from having a brilliant beyond brilliant idea for a post to making this post about a possible bladder infection. Well, ya know, you all can't completely blame me for any mental scarring you may have received just now from my talk of bladder infections because I DID aptly name this post TMI as a proper warning. ;) Speaking of TMI...I don't know if they do this all around the states much less all around this state but when I was in Elementary School here in this part of Utah they did this little thing in the 5th grade called "The Maturation Program". You can probably get the gist of what "The Maturation Program" was about but I'll spell it out for you all in complete detail anyway, ya know, since we've established that I like to share TMI about weird crap. Anyway, some adults in a land far far away...(Sorry, I had to do it. It's never a bad time for a Star Wars joke) decided that when chillens in the Jordan School District of Utah reached the ripe old age of ten they were old enough to learn about the bodily functions that were about to strike them with a vengeance. The Maturation Program was something that your teacher got you all hyped up about, "Yay! You're all going to be shut up in a room for a day as you learn about the little hellion punch mother nature has in store for you! YAYYYY! Be excited!".

{Pacsun: dress similar; Osh Kosh B'Gosh: denim jacket similar; Charlotte Russe: combat boots similar; Scarf: gift from a friend similar}

On Maturation Program day they split up the boys and girls into two separate groups. We met in two different rooms and, surprise! We got to invite our mom or dad, depending on if you were a boy or girl, to come with us! Naturally, we were all excited. I mean, our teacher had built up the hype, we didn't have to do school work, AND they had a table set up with cookies, drinks, and goody bags. Ha, little did we know that the cookies weren't just cookies. They were consolation cookies. Cookies that were meant to express, "We're very sorry, but we have to inform you that from here on until you're in your late forties maybe early fifties you'll be bleeding for about five days every month...have a cookie!" Never trust a cookie. When someone offers you that little slab of sugary goodness be suspicious. Oh, and the goody bag? It was just full of pads and mini deodorant. Not my idea of a fun goody bag. All that says is, "here ya smell bad, and here's a little extra special something in case our periods synced up during this conversation and you start bleeding right away". Or, in my case, the pad in the goody bag served the purpose of informing me that, "Ooooooh, so this ISN'T an adult diaper for ladies...I had it wrong all these years. Huh". Anyway, in retrospect, I kind of feel bad for the teacher that got the fun job of explaining to a room full of ten year olds that we were all about to turn into sweaty, smelly, hormonal, balls of fun and that from here on out our pits would require shaving. I guess someones gotta do it, right? Anyway, whats the point in this weird conversation you ask? The point would be that five years after going to my own "Maturation Program" I read this little embarrassing moment article published in Seventeen Magazine that inspired me to do something that my siblings haven't let me live down to this day. Back when I was 15, Seventeen Magazine had this little column where girls would share their embarrassing moments. In one particular issue they did a little "embarrassing moments" column written by boys. One of the embarrassing moments shared was of this boy who got dared by his friends to go knock on the door of his crush and ask for a pad. The boy, not knowing at all what a pad was, took the dare. Unfortunately his crush's dad was the one that opened the door and the boy proceeded to ask him for a pad "because he was having an emergency". I don't know why but this story made me feel so incredibly sorry for that dumb kid. It made me think that I didn't want my own little baby brother to be duped by his lame friends into doing something that stupid. That night, I explained periods to him and everything that they entailed. He was ten. BUT, I mean, he had already gone to his own "Maturation Program" so he DID already know a little bit. It wasn't like I was explaining that the tooth fairy doesn't exist or anything. The glass had already been at least a little partially shattered. I just wanted him to be well informed. To this day, though, my siblings won't let me live down that I explained to a ten year old the functions of the female body. Little brats. Anyway, wasn't this post just a lovely ball of fun? And to think that it all started with bladder infections. I'm so good at TMI. ;) Well, I'm off to drink crazy amounts of sugar free cranberry juice to cure my self diagnosed bladder infection!

Much Love!

P.S. Yes, my jacket is from Osh Kosh. The children's clothing store. A little while ago my mum and I were going through a box of my little brother's old kids clothes and I came across this gem. I wasn't sure it'd fit since it was intended for an eight year old boy, but I tried it on and it fit perfectly so I fell in love!

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